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Jorgmund Emergency Announcement
[In the middle of the night, when even the night watch shifts should be pacing through the dorm area, there’s a peal of noise from the communicators impossible to ignore or sleep through. It’s clearly an alarm of some sort, like tornado alerts back on Earth. It goes on for solid three minutes, long enough for everyone to move on from being woken by it to loathing it, before a message shows up on the communicators-
-and the doorways out of each of the dorms are sealed with a semi-translucent forcefield.
On the communicator screen, Richard Washburn shows up and straightens his tie.]
Hello, employees. Believe me, I’m not any happier about this midnight interruption than you are, but we’re currently in a state of – mild – emergency. I don’t want anyone to get overly excited, but until the situation is resolved, you will remain in your dorms. Depending on how long this takes, all activities scheduled for tomorrow morning have been suspended.
The reason for this is that we have an intruder in your living quarters. We have this footage from a few weeks ago.
[A new image shows up on the communicator: a security camera video of a Santa Claus with a line of the highest executive-level parents and their small children waiting to tell him their wishlist. A little girl in pigtails and a sparkly t-shirt of a Christmas tree hops up onto his lap.
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa says, and he boops her nose. “Aren’t you a peach? Tell me, little one. What would you like for Christmas?”
“I want a big plastic spider!” the girl says excitedly.
“A creepy little child, aren’t you? Well, that’s just swell, because that’s my favorite flavor,” Santa says, and then – blurry on the security camera footage – transforms into a mass of black goo, latching onto the little girl’s face and suctioning to stay on. The child’s mother screams and yanks her daughter away, and the footage shows pure pandemonium as some parents lunge forward to help the mother with her daughter while other parents snatch their own children and start running. In all the chaos, the black goo vanishes.
Washburn flicks the footage away and reappears on the screen.]
Thankfully, there were no fatalities in this incident, and after we couldn’t find any evidence of the attacker, we assumed that it was a freak incident of the Stuff. However, there was recently another unsuccessful attack on a teenager by this same creature posing as one of the tutors on the Rig, and then again on another thankfully unharmed child disguised as another child, and then on another child under the guise of a children’s television show host named “Mr. Rogers”, and tonight-
[He takes a deep breath, annoyed, as if this is somehow the Hires’ faults.]
-tonight we found a security breach to your floor, and we have good reason to believe that the shapeshifter is posing as one of you.
We know this: we know it poses as figures appealing to children, so for obvious reasons, you won’t be allowed anywhere near any Jorgmund staff whatsoever until this is resolved. We know that its ability to disguise itself is relatively seamless. And we know that it preys on minors.
If you can determine who among you isn’t at all appealing to children, we can consider releasing you from your dorm and discussing next steps to search out whoever’s been replaced.
If this starts taking long enough that it jeopardizes the Jorgmund’s mission, we may start taking more drastic measures to ensure that we aren’t harboring any imposters.
I’ll keep you updated if you keep me updated.
-and the doorways out of each of the dorms are sealed with a semi-translucent forcefield.
On the communicator screen, Richard Washburn shows up and straightens his tie.]
Hello, employees. Believe me, I’m not any happier about this midnight interruption than you are, but we’re currently in a state of – mild – emergency. I don’t want anyone to get overly excited, but until the situation is resolved, you will remain in your dorms. Depending on how long this takes, all activities scheduled for tomorrow morning have been suspended.
The reason for this is that we have an intruder in your living quarters. We have this footage from a few weeks ago.
[A new image shows up on the communicator: a security camera video of a Santa Claus with a line of the highest executive-level parents and their small children waiting to tell him their wishlist. A little girl in pigtails and a sparkly t-shirt of a Christmas tree hops up onto his lap.
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa says, and he boops her nose. “Aren’t you a peach? Tell me, little one. What would you like for Christmas?”
“I want a big plastic spider!” the girl says excitedly.
“A creepy little child, aren’t you? Well, that’s just swell, because that’s my favorite flavor,” Santa says, and then – blurry on the security camera footage – transforms into a mass of black goo, latching onto the little girl’s face and suctioning to stay on. The child’s mother screams and yanks her daughter away, and the footage shows pure pandemonium as some parents lunge forward to help the mother with her daughter while other parents snatch their own children and start running. In all the chaos, the black goo vanishes.
Washburn flicks the footage away and reappears on the screen.]
Thankfully, there were no fatalities in this incident, and after we couldn’t find any evidence of the attacker, we assumed that it was a freak incident of the Stuff. However, there was recently another unsuccessful attack on a teenager by this same creature posing as one of the tutors on the Rig, and then again on another thankfully unharmed child disguised as another child, and then on another child under the guise of a children’s television show host named “Mr. Rogers”, and tonight-
[He takes a deep breath, annoyed, as if this is somehow the Hires’ faults.]
-tonight we found a security breach to your floor, and we have good reason to believe that the shapeshifter is posing as one of you.
We know this: we know it poses as figures appealing to children, so for obvious reasons, you won’t be allowed anywhere near any Jorgmund staff whatsoever until this is resolved. We know that its ability to disguise itself is relatively seamless. And we know that it preys on minors.
If you can determine who among you isn’t at all appealing to children, we can consider releasing you from your dorm and discussing next steps to search out whoever’s been replaced.
If this starts taking long enough that it jeopardizes the Jorgmund’s mission, we may start taking more drastic measures to ensure that we aren’t harboring any imposters.
I’ll keep you updated if you keep me updated.
Clearance
So if you have an alibi from two window time period before the alarm [He provides the times] this is the place for the other person to verify your alibi on your behalf. Or they can perhaps verify you've answered questions about old memories. You can also use meta powers on screen that the creature may not be able to duplicate and so on.
The more methods you can use to prove it's you, the greater the chance you may be able to clear yourself. For instance, I can use my powers and Robbie and I can provide alibis because we were together during the time window that's been verified.
As for Washington's idea for the Freelancer agents temporarily housing Theta, North and Theta, please let us know if you're amenable to this proposition. We can perhaps inform Jorgmund about this potential method so you all can briefly be released under guard to do so.
Re: Clearance
no subject
Re: Clearance
I believe Tucker should be able to also prove his identity this way.
no subject
Uh...I have telekinesis, but it's all macro stuff. No fine control. Great for throwing things around or a quick shield. Not so great for picking things up that you want kept in one piece.
no subject
North and me can clear each other's memories all the way back to childhood.
I don't know if my [ eye roll ] power will work right over video, but if Theta's down he can verify me with the implant ████. And North can always vouch that I can still use my power anyway, I guess.
Re: Clearance
But Carolina was able to verify some old memories. Apparently I told her some things about my past. And I have an alibi. I was trying to sleep but Mac was regaling me with his wealth of knowledge on work out tips.
For two hours.
It's ultimately up to Jorgmund if that's enough.
[They'll say yes. They know how child unfriendly he is.]
no subject
Does this count?
[She's levitating the first thing she saw when the message came through, a gym shoe. It's floating between her and the camera.]
Look, no strings.
[Kerrigan passes a hand over the shoe like the galaxy's least charismatic stage magician.]
Anyway, I can clear Loken if he wants, which would probably count as clearing me at the same time.
[See, sometimes letting a telepath into your head comes in handy.]
no subject
[ Definitely not to just earn brownie points oh no. Actually not, since he knows she's an asset in this situation. ]
no subject
[She taps her temple. Telepathy has the benefit of Loken not publicizing all his terrible memories.]
no subject
Oh. Yes. Do that.
no subject
[Kerrigan doesn't bother to turn off the comm. Her eyes go distant while she "finds" Loken a few doors down, but she doesn't drop the levitating shoe, like someone who's forgotten they're carrying something.]
++Sorry, but...tell me about Istvaan III.++
[Next time maybe he can share memories that don't suck!]
no subject
I wish you had not.
no subject
...Loken's clear.
[Being a telepathic witness to memory means sharing in the emotions it evokes, and even secondhand, Loken's experiences hurt. Kerrigan had no idea just what she was invoking—and she couldn't have. Never in her life has she felt bonds like the ones he'd had betrayed. She knows she had a family once, but she can barely remember them, and then only in traumatic flashes.
Kerrigan doesn't say anything across the psychic connection, but from her end comes a sense of regret and sympathy...and maybe a bit of wistfulness for things she's never known.]